Dominic and his group were escorted to the reception room in the first wall. Even though they were superhumans, they all looked like they had been through hell. Their boots were wet, with armor cracked, faces hollow from exhaustion and clothes stained with blood. There were still snow flakes on their heads.
Dominic stood out the most. Even in the tired State, he carried himself with unshakable authority. Power radiated from him like quiet waves, he was just as Sunshine remembered, commanding without even trying.
"Elio, get someone to bring some warm food or porridge for our guests." Hades ordered.
Dominic narrowed his eyes. "We are not here for food or pleasantries Mr. Quinn." He said. "My name is Dominic Steward and this is my wife Leah."
Hades motioned at them to sit but they remained standing.
